Rough Draft

Okay, I'm really bored now. Four hours ago, I told myself I'm gonna study. Great. It's twelve now. I'm still stuck here, and probably longer.

The picture on my blog shrunk suddenly, that stupid duumb thing. Okay, it's still pretty, I know. (: Anyway, life's a major bore. I need entertainment but exams, argh. Anyway, I'm gonna start on a new project in my blog. To satisy my writing needs, I'm gonna come up with a composition every now and then and post it right here. (:

You can't please everyone in life, and certainly not yourself. It's weird, huh? Doesn't it seems that there are always critics in life? Hmm, through these past weeks, I've seen some accounts of other people's lives. I've realised, that the strongest of us has our own faults too, and no one else's actually perfect. Then again, it's those faults of us that made us who we are. It's just the angle of how you look at the way things/people are. Every single thing in life doesn't come cheaply. We have to take the goods with the bads. But it's only when we mould ourselves into stronger, hardened clay, do we prolong the good, and restrain the bad. One thing's for sure, the beauty of life lies in the way how the downside of life never stays the way it is. It's gonna flip up someday, and when it does, it stays upright.

The way I see it, we're always facing two paths all the time. The first is when we carry on writing when the ink spits and splutters, and the story sees no end. The second, when we start on a brand new page, a pen with ink overflowing, and a story that sees only a great beginning.

Your life, two paths. (:

Okay, I have to do something productive tonight. Geography's next on the menu. Ah, stress. Come Tuesday, you'll see me breaking the world record for high jump. Hoho. Okay, that's being over exagerrating. But yes, I'll be over the top. (:

Time to sleep. I mean, study. Yes, study.